“Ang,” said Marietta. “She came with the most Eminent Prince Cardinal. They came in the carriage. She stayed half an hour. She was very gracious.”
“Ah?” said Peter. “I am glad to hear it.”
“She was beautifully dressed,” said Marietta.
“Of that I have not the shadow of a doubt,” said he.
“The Signorina Emilia drove away with them,” said she.
“Dear, dear! What a chapter of adventures,” was his comment.
He went to his rustic table, and picked up his book.
“How the deuce did that come there?” he wondered, discovering the snuff box.
It was, in truth, an odd place for it. A cardinal may inadvertently drop his snuff box, to be sure. But if the whole College of Cardinals together had dropped a snuff box, it would hardly have fallen, of its own weight, through the covers of an open book, to the under-side thereof, and have left withal no trace of its passage.
“Solid matter will not pass through solid matter, without fraction—I learned that at school,” said Peter.